A Warlock's New Pet-Speriment. (Sango x Viktoff Samson)

[Viktoff Samson]

Wet, meaty sounds closely echo behind feminine grunts and coughs completely stifled by a wholesomely fill throat. Deep within a black tower beneath a clouded summer nigh sky, an engagement continues without candle light as a humanoid woman's face is forced down several inches of a giant engorged and vigorous cock. The source of light that reveals her shape was her red glowing eyes that highlighted her bleeding black mascara, her fat cock-sucking lips and the near countless inches of his glossy almost bull-ish member just as well as her crippling fear. Her eyes would gravitate from his face, shrouded in black despite her short-lived ability to see in the dark, and her poultry attempt to fit more that just a tenth of his unreal and pulsing length past her lips and down her once-shrieking throat. In a twisted sort of way, he aided her with his muscular forearms pulling in his direction with his powerful fists wrapped around her horns that were also skewed by the room's almost living darkness. Matching the sounds of a pair of bodies locked in 'love'-making, would be her throaty sounds of her own participation being entirely forced by his imposing body.

Suddenly it all came to a stop as her black-beaded red eyes gathered with hatred where she assumed his eyes would be. His deep sigh surrounded her, as though he were the room itself. "A succubus whose holes are too loose, and her technique too pathetic to get me off. You're... a waste." He spoke down to her, both literally and with the meaning of his words. Just as she began to find hope as he gradually pulled her used throat and mouth off his forearm-thick impossible cock, his right hand would leave her horn and take to her throat. The beaded pair of fearful demonic eyes shot down to his large hand that wrapped and crushed her windpipe, highlighting her large breasts and their deep-red nipples. Like this, it was possible to discern the fact that her quivering and healthy feminine body was actually bright red despite the color of her eyes potentially masking her original skin color.

As he'd raise his arm as easily as he carried nothing but air itself, her body followed suit with her throat being crushed within his grip. Her black-stained tears now traced down her cheeks as her glowing eyes and their black beads drifted upward to light the ceiling. The glow of her eyes grew almost directly contradicting how the world around her grew fuzzier as her life flooded out from her body. Her small hands and almost muscle-less arms put up an entirely pathetic attempt at holding his own arm. It was actually a little difficult to tell if she was even fighting at all to suck in just one more breath of air as he raised her just a little higher to the maximum height achievable by his arm alone without him standing. Like this, as he sat upon some marble-like stone throne, her hips were raised off the ground as her black tail thrashed upon the ground like a whip guided only by panic. Her perfect skin that seemed impossible to peer upon without touching spanned down her curvy body and over her wide breeding hips down to the line were her bushy cunt would rest between her clearly soaked thighs. From this point onward, she had the legs and clomping hooves of a black goat.

Various tattoos that adorned her limbs began to glow bright and as violently as the act that was claiming her life. A final air-less shriek soundlessly vibrated between his powerful hand as the demoness and her lustful body burst into a black cloud and faded. Just before the final second of her existence, it was debatable if her face was still consumed by fear or written too convincingly with a frightening mind-shattering pleasure only a masochist cold derive from this act. With the smoke exiting the nearest window to finishing fading into nothing, all that remained to tell of her existence was a thin lengthy red crystal within his palm. "A shame." His almost leathery textured voice filled the room again. "Now I'll have to cook up another hot wet hole to unload my heavy balls in. Any ideas?" He seemed to extend this question to an empty room as his voice echoed throughout the massive spire. Numerous pairs of red eyes opened throughout the dark cavernous winding stair case that lined the walls of the spire from the uppermost floor where his throne sat, down to the bottom floor where an open twin-pair of doors lead out to a vast and empty landscape above the mountains lit only by moonlight. Black butterflies fluttered out from the openings of the stone spire that served as it's windows, beating their wings to service-ably hover across the tree tops of a black forest that surrounded the spire. They roamed east towards a treacherous stone path that would allow a traveler on foot to climb the mountains' tall sides and gain access to that haunting forest. It wouldn't be long until the sun would rise and the chilling night air would once again be welcoming to human lungs.

 

[Sango]

A base camp had taken far too long for Dathan to set up, it was already dark and the fire he had just outside his tent was paltry at best. Nothing more than dimly glowing ember peering through the sticks he'd piled together on top of each other...Which was probably for the best as he had no business getting spotted anytime soon, his father certainly wouldn't be impressed if his youngest son came running back with his tail between his legs on his first quest that was essentially just reconnaissance to try and find a way into the stronghold of an infamous warlock. Shouldn't be too hard after all, the warlock was reclusive from what he knew as not many humans had been up inside his stronghold for a long time, any that had ended up never being heard from again but that was a long long time ago. The guy was probably old and feeble by now relying on magic just to keep people out and away from him so he could live in peace. Most likely continuing his odd experiments whatever they were...Probably something like making frogs the size of cats or something other that was fanciful like that. Old warlocks probably weren't that evil or threatening anymore.

At least that's what Dathan thought to himself as he laid there in his sleeping bag, one of the nicer ones of course thanks to being supplied by the royal family's own equipment and gear as the prince and son of King Adolyn. The terrain was still poking through the softness of the bag just enough to be bothersome and the cloth that wrapped around him didn't quite keep away the cold of the night, especially when one couldn't properly get a fire going. Pouting with a light glare in his eyes at his poor workmanship, the ivory haired prince rolled over in his bag trying to get some sleep. A rather visible curving bulge in is bag seemed to hint towards the young man's more shapely figure, his shoulders wriggling slightly with the rise and fall of his soft chest with a weary exhale. His mind slowly being swarmed by the irritating haze of mental exhaustion, pressing along the holllows of his eyes just where the edges of his brow lead towards his amber eyes themselves, a few minutes later he was out like a light.

The looming tower of onyx hued brick laid only a mile or so away from him, as far as he knew there were no patrols so he didn't have to worry about some lumbering asshole coming out and dragging him away to be 'punished' by a crazy old hermit. At least not a living one anyway, the prince certainly hoped there wasn't some kind of invisible magical entity that could ruin his night or quest for that matter. First thing in the morning he'd find his way in and see what the warlock was up to and once he knew for sure he'd be back on his way without a bother, as if he were never there and report back to his father. That's what Dathan dreamed about has he drifted off to sleep, his subconscious slowly taking over. Going back home a hero and finally getting the respect he deserved from not just his brothers and sisters, the subjects, but most of all his father.

 

[Viktoff Samson]

The butterflies accumulated into a silent swarm around a single point just outside of the Prince's base camp. They didn't fester, their bodies seemingly being made entirely by a living black ink that kept their grace and detailed their beautiful and unique wings without the crawling disgusting features of real butterflies. As they met, their darkness began to melt into each other, forming a bit of an imperfect sphere as their individual forms were discarded. From a point as infinitely small as a simple dot formed at the end of a written sentence by an inked quill, to something as small as a child's candy. More of these false critters gathered within this swarm as they crashed into this treat-sized anomaly to make it grow further to the size of a ball used for games of the physical nature. Under the light of the moon, the creatures finished this metamorphosis with the shape now resembling the simplest basis of a man. A head, torso, arms and legs could be discerned from each other before what seemed to be tendrils sprouted from the head and finer features such as a jaw, collar bones, fingers, and a nose had differed themselves from the rest of the living ink. The tendrils seemed to mirror the complexity of the moon's light as it reflected itself imperfectly upon this mass of ink, dividing and coming together over and over until it much more clearly resembled hair over the top and one-side of this figure's head. Lengthy hair at that, suiting the handsome features that pronounced themselves from his face. Just as the white of the moon melted over the figure's skin, a loose black robe pulled around his arms and torso, linking with itself to surround his legs and feet. An impossibly handsome male, seemingly in his late twenties now stood within the confines of the Prince's camp, and he grinned wickedly with eyes still completely black.



What sort of adventurer would find himself within the not so humble abode of the Warlock's domain without at least some proper kindling skill? The oddly depressing sight of what appeared to be an attempt of starting a fire reminded the coal hearted 'hermit' of the incident that damaged the hair that he's taken such great care of. His left hand moved to the nearly bald side of his head, his finger tips running along the short-lengthed black hair that as returned to him since he healed the wound completely. In a way, this sight caused his sickening grin to shrink to a much more tame scowl. He was never far from giving the order to have someone executed, or choking a demonic bitch to death. But, now whatever unlucky soul found themselves resting within the tent better hope that their body has at least some use to his swelling and full globes between his thighs. Their fate otherwise won't be a very admirable one.

Merely by pointing a finger towards the unruly attempt at a fire brought a roaring and respectable flame from the materials already present within the bit. A little bit of a toasty romantic atmosphere could really make even just spectating a rape just a little more palatable. His right hand fished from a pocket the ruby-like item that was left behind from the death of the succubus as he drew a simple red line upon his left thumb. He put away the ruby before kneeling to draw a decorative pentagram on the ground from the red on his thumb, showing that there was much more to that glowing ruby-like substance. The pentagram glowed as he stood, grinning once more. Two green little hands followed by their equally tiny arms emerged from the circle, pressing against the outer ground around the invisible portal as a horned imp pulled himself up and out so he could stand next to his summoner. It knew immediately what it's purpose was, the aura of it's master dominating it's heart and mind as readily as greed rests within mankind's very nature.

The imp had two simple tiny horns upon it's bald head, cartoonishly long ears that matched it's nose. Beneath a jittering and drooling set of black teeth was a short green goatee. It's frame and muscular structure was like that of a seven foot tall man proportionally shrunk to the imp's foot and a half height despite its thumb and two fingers per hand and twin toes per foot. Between it's legs was a cock and balls more suiting for that of a normal man, making it appear really large on the very small demon. Fully erect, it's member raised up to his face, being a good seven inches of thick green pecker with pre already drooling from his tip and sprinkling over the ground beneath him as he hopped from his left foot to his right foot all the way to the tent. His arms and legs were ready to loop around and pin his hairless body to the head of his likely defenseless sleeping victim so he could push his hungry eager cock past their soon to be cum glossed lips and fuck their mouth as per his master's intent.

 

[Sango]

Prince Dathan was blissfully unaware of the dark presence that had invaded his camp though it wasn't exactly a feat to have found a way into his small territory in the first place. Still though the young man slept soundly, unaware of the Warlock now standing just past the small dim glow of his fire. Surprisingly the malevolent being aided the prince in at least his warmth by bringing the dull embers to life with a roaring flame that lit up the more delicate yet regal features of the young man's face, the shadows softly playing off his supple lips and slender nose. The silvery hair that was a bit longer than one might expect of a royal male glowing beneath the light of the revived campfire making Dathan look almost angelic as the Warlock moved closer but just enough to draw out a symbol on the ground to help with summoning a greedy little green imp. The petite prince didn't seem to hear it dance-marching its way up to the open flap of his tent.

Neither did the prince feeling the smooth drooling head of the cock pressing against his supple lips not until he tasted the rather salty and nearly acrid taste of its semen filling the inside of his lip with just a press of the imp's cock. "Muh...? Mnah?!" he gasped out, opening his hazel eyes wide enough to see the rather stacked yet small green creature looking over him causing his frightened eyes to open even wider. Scrambling back deeper into his tent wearing only a small cloth gown that he was completely nude under which the imp might have noticed by the peek between those shapely legs. Little prick softly drooping over his smooth sack that was no bigger than Dathan's own small fist. A tight little pucker sitting between his ripe and round ass cheeks that were caramel in hue with not a single hair upon its silky smooth surface.

"H-how the hell did you get there!?" Dathan gasped, disgusted by the feeling of the pre on his lips and quickly wiping it away with his sleeve, looking about in his tent before spotting his knapsack and going quick for it to go for his dagger.

 

[Viktoff Samson]

Raising his left hand, the Warlock began to adopt a green glow around his form. Like a million falling daggers around him, the green aura shaped itself like blades dancing around him and downward until it reached the ground and faded and the pattern started up around his shoulders once again. The sound of a bell and a harpy's shriek surrounded the warlock just as the green aura around him shot fort and decimated the tent, leaving just the bottom of it, the intruding prince, and his imp summon behind. Any times the boy was going for were now gone, the knapsack included. With a careful eye and time, it wouldn't be impossible to find the knapsack, but it certainly wouldn't be within reach for the exotic young male who was now within the warlock's field of view.

The imp was excited to see the boy had some spry to him. Escaping the mouth raping was a little disappointing as it was what the imp was more useful for. However, in the next few actions from the boy, the imp caught a glimpse at another hole that might entertain him before this warlock inevitably destroys his beautiful little green body. Beautiful in the imp's opinion, that is. With a chuckle as a response to the boy, the imp shoved the larger male forward with both of it's oddly shaped hands on the boy's back, feeling the cloth sleeping attire as he put the boy in a position that he wasn't quite ready to fight back from. In one menacing thrust, the imp forced half of his pulsing long cock into the seemingly virgin rear-end of the male and he grunted gleefully before giving another chuckle.

 

[Sango]

The prince gasped out sharply in response to the sudden destruction of his tent, looking up with his head rotating swiftly from side to side at the remaining tatters of his tent flung away by some supernatural force. Dathan scrambled for the knapsack as it was flung forward by the clearly powerful wind that sent it flying, scattering several of his items. Most notably his sheathed dagger clattering off a small ledge very much out of reach for the petite young man who frowned staring at it for a second as a silky lock of ivory white hair fell over his pretty face. Turning back, defenseless, the boy could do nothing else other than try and scurry away on his hands and feet while backing up. The imp was quicker of course, that grotesquely little muscular body lunging for Dathan and pinning him on his back as the young man cried out in protest as well as fear.

"Unhand me!" Dathan shouted in a voice that was as gentle as it was high pitched, trying to swing his foot up and into the center of the little monster's chest to fling it away but clearly it would not be deterred. Instead of hitting it center mass and getting it off, his foot instead went upward missing the mark, and instead pressed uselessly against the side of the goblin's face. "Oh no..." he whimpered as the imp's gripped him tight along his waist before rearing back and ramming the lengthy member deep between the luscious ass cheeks of the screaming prince. His tongue sticking out as his eyes went wide with the shrill cry as his tight little tunnel was stretched wide around his girth.